Tutoring Our Love Chapter 1: Introduction, a boondocks fanfic

Summary: Jazmine and Huey had stopped their best friendship quite a few years ago, and now their images are both completely changed. When Jazmine fails Sex Ed for not knowing how everything works and Huey fails Drama because he doesn't get into character for Romeo & Juliet, what will happen when they both fall at each other's aids as tutors? HxJxR. HxJxOC. (not super love triangles, more so HxJ)

Huey Freeman—17, living life like it's a dream. Riley and I went with Granddad on one of his "Do-it-big trips" and we had to keep up, or it was ass-whoopings for everyone. I personally think that I might've had the intentions of changing even before we left; just unknowingly. People said I changed a lot because of this experience and ended up becoming the male life of the party when he came back for his senior year. I stopped my best friendship with Jazmine quite a few years ago because I was advised by one of my friends to drop her—who was also a revolutionary—because he claimed that it would mess up my vision. I dropped her without fighting back, and continued on with his dreams of being a revolutionary. I didn't fight back because I didn't want to show my one and only weakness: her. But after my experience on the "do-it-big trip", I've changed. I even began to not care as much about grades, which caused me to fail drama for not getting into character for a play that was required: Romeo and Juliet. This was my wakeup call, because the teacher chose a student to tutor me and they had to. And guess what? That student, was Jazmine Dubois. The one girl I'll never be able to show my love to because my younger brother, Riley, is 'tappin' dat ass', as he put it. Although Jazmine is a cheerleader now, from what I've heard, she's still a virgin. Pure innocence, they said.

Jazmine Dubois—17, nothing was the same. Huey Freeman, my ex-best friend, I had to drop him. I was under the influence of my current best friend to drop him because she claimed that I could live life perfectly without him and that he just hurt me. I dropped him without fighting back, and decided that I needed a new look. I dropped him without fighting back because I didn't want to show my only, well my biggest weakness: him. As for the "new look" part, I started to, well, embrace my white side more in public—which earned me great popularity; specifically the female life of the party—by doing things like straightening my hair and getting "slutty" clothes, much to my dad's disgust. But he didn't argue because my mom made some valid points about me changing and my dad gave in because she has a very bad case of anemia.

I don't know if I felt bad about my dad or if some of Huey's teachings just got imprinted in my head permanently, but in private I embraced my black side by learning about the culture. If you saw me now, despite the fact that I straighten my hair, you'd know I was part black because of all my curves. But then again, my best friend Cindy McPhearson is a white blonde and has some pretty big curves of her own that every guy wants to be a part of; but she's taken, as well as me. I still hold my image of pure innocence, which is true, besides kissing. But my first kiss was taken away from me by Huey before he left to go on the "do-it-big trip". Granddad made the two brothers come over before they left and when they first came back, and on each occasion, I got something from each of the Freeman Bros. The first time, (before they left), Huey came up to my room to say bye and it was honestly really awkward.

Flashback…

Knock! Knock! Knock!

"Come in," I say.

"Uhh, hey Jazmine," Huey says. I roll my eyes at him and look away with disgust. "Look, I know things haven't exactly been the same with us and I'm sorry that I let my vision and someone's advice change that, and I just wanted to say goodbye and sorry quickly because we have to go to the airport fairly soon…" He continues while looking down at his watch. I notice that he moved a bit closer to me so I decide to follow his motions; scooting closer to him until we're touching.

"Well, I'm waiting for a verbal apology now, Freeman."

"Aww, come on, Jazmine! I thought from all those years of us being best friends I thought you would've learned that I don't do verbal apologies."

"How about Cairo?"

"I was forced into that!" Huh, he seems a lot softer and hanging more loosely today. It's like he's become a new person over night. Maybe he's just getting into the mood for vacation… "But, I uhh… think that this will uh… explain some erh I mean apologize some…" He leans his head into mine and I, again, follow his movements. Before I know it, our lips touch and we're kissing. He tilts his head to deepen the kiss, so I take the chance to wrap my arms around his neck. He smirks when I moan, still kissing. I move my hands a bit and place them in his afro and rub his head a bit; earning a moan from him. Booyah! I found Huey Freeman's weak spot. He finally pulls back and gets up to leave quickly.

"Bye Jaz!" He calls out as he exits. Jaz? Oh well. It's a cute nickname.

"Bye Hue!" I call out, adding on to the whole new nickname aspect. "And remember, change IS good! Have fun!" I'm sure he didn't hear the last part of what he said, but that didn't matter that much, anyways. Or at least that's what I thought…

End of Flashback…

Then, there was when they came back…

Flashback…

Huey had come back and was this whole new party-lover person. It was actually quite interesting; seeing him go from Black Panthers to Party Animal. He was basically the male version of me on the so-called "popular pyramid". It was actually exactly what he needed to become a favorite in the popular group. Caesar had been popular since we were little along with Cindy, and they kinda each brought us up. Cindy and I being best friends was exactly what they wanted: the picture-of-innocence and risk-taker teamed up as partners-in-crime. Caesar and Huey were the most attractive guys in school, so they always had their fans… in fact, there was a club made called "Huey Caesar Salad" where there was just a bunch of girls obsessing over them and maybe 2 or 3 guys. What a lot of people had forgotten or couldn't see is that Riley, who was Huey's younger brother going in as a sophomore in high school, looked exactly like Huey; their only difference in looks being their size, facial hair vs. no facial hair (Huey with facial hair on his chin and Riley with none), four-packs vs. eight-packs (Huey being the eight-pack) and their hairstyles (Huey with his signature afro and Riley with his signature cornrows). Only after this event happened, did I wish more than ever to never realize that Riley and Huey looked alike; it twisted with my head so much.

"Come on, boys! Get yo little bad asses in here, now!" Mr. Freeman calls out not even realizing that I opened the door after he knocked on it like 100 times and my parents couldn't hear because they were preparing for an event.

"Granddad, I'm 6.3" and Riley's 6.1" now. We're not little anymore," Huey responds nonchalantly.

"You SHOULD be 5.6". Just like little cutie pie here," Mr. Freeman says gesturing towards me.

"Damn, Jazmine!" Huey and Riley call out in unison before cracking up at their own unity. Yeah, some things have changed, apparently, over this trip.

"Shit, Jazzy. I wanna tap dat ass right dur!" Riley says. Oh yeah, over their two week trip, my puberty REALLY kicked in.

"Y'know she'll only lethcu if ya ask her out, right?" Huey says directed towards Riley although it was loud enough for everyone to hear. Huh, he was picking up on careless acts that all the other boys seemed to do.

"Oh, riiiggghhhttt. So Jazzy, ya wanna go out?"

"Uhh…" I reply, not exactly sure of what to think of this.

"Now, don't break a nigga's heart, Jazzy." I gave in at this statement.

"Sure, Riley!"

"Aiight, that's what's up!" Huey says out of excitement and then Riley and him do a little handshake before Huey speaks again. "So, uhh, Jaz, where you want us to put our speaker?" He asks, holding up a speaker I've never seen before.

"Is that new?"

"Yeah…"

"Oh."

"Well, the Freeman Bros got some paper, y'know what I mean? So we just ended up buying this shit," he finishes while gesturing towards the massive speaker.

"Uhh, Huey you okay?"

"Yeah, this nigga's great!" Riley shouts before Huey and Riley give each other some dap while sticking their tongues out then cracking up once more.

"Yeah, uhh Jaz why'd you think I wasn't okay?"

"Oh, no I didn't think that," I lie. "You're actually fine…"

"Aye, do I gotta put ya in check, hoe? You 'on't call my bro 'fine' and expect it to slip by Young Reezy! Otherwise, ya just gon' be added to my hoe base," Riley interjects.

"Don't trip, don't trip, Esco. We fuck with her later. Let's just go and set all this shit up," Huey suggests.

"Aiight, Big Hue," Riley replies. Nicknames?! What the hell happened over this trip?! By that time, Granddad had already retreated back to his house after grabbing my parents. Cindy and Caesar would be over soon, but Caesar said he was bringing some of his teammates from the soccer team, Huey from football, Cindy and Riley both from basketball and me from cheerleading. It was like a last party before school starts, but also a celebration for Huey and Riley coming back after two weeks. Cindy and Caesar, being great friends with both of the Freeman Bros, made me do the celebration part. I was so deep into my thoughts, that I didn't even realize Riley circle around to my other side with Huey just a few feet behind him. He lifted up his hand and slapped my ass. Him and Huey started to chuckle and I winced in pain. As I turned around, he raised his hand to hit my ass once again, but Huey took a few steps forward and stopped his hand before it could hit my ass again. "You lucky Big Hue here, hoe. I'll deal with ya later."

They start playing 'Bitch Don't Kill My Vibe' by Kendrick Lamar ft. Jay Z as they go into my backyard; Huey and Riley in perfect harmony both knowing every single word to the song.

Later on, after everyone arrives, Riley and Caesar convince Huey to sing/rap a song, with them as backup singers/rappers. Him, being this whole new Huey—the life of the party Huey—goes up with both of them. They signal to Hiro to turn on the instrumental version with just all the beats and no words. Well, more like the karaoke version.

"Huey?" Hiro questions a bit surprised.

"It's Big Hue now!" Huey, Riley and Caesar all call out in unison before making faces, giving each other dap and cracking up for what feels like the 100th time today. Oh wait, that's because IT WAS. The next thing I know,' Man of The Year' by ScHoolboy Q comes on.

Y-y-y-yeah

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Yeah, home of the party and the trees
Sunny la-land of the G's
Please let a nigga breathe
Tank top top down for the breeze
Burnt lips, got a blunt full of weed
Peace, love, enemies
Nigga I ain't come for the beef
You ain't know she came for the skeet?
Got pipe for the cheeks
Nigga, I'm the life of the beat
Fuck that bitch, she ain't gotta eat
B-bounce for the crown
You be hating and I still hold it down
When you round man the girls never lounge
Man I heard you a hound
Bruh man, that bitch need a pound
Tip, tip, tip bounce out her gown
Hands high to the sound
Uh yeah I'm the rich nigga now
Bi-bitch, I'm the talk of the town
Make a bitch run her mouth
Go south for the border
Pop, pop, pop, down to the floor
Bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Home of the slangin' on the curb
Weed card every corner sell herb
Watch you fly to a bird
Nigga I could pitch you a curb
Let this real shit occur
Make mills from a verb
Nigga cop a crib in the burbs
Nigga you ain't said nothing but a word
Smoke something for ya nerve
Home of the paid on the first
Then nigga going broke by the third
Bounce for the crown
Fast forward getting real tell me now
Every dog need a cat to meow
Every once in a while
I see hands in the crowds
See whites, blacks blazing a pound, ju-jumping around
Tits, ass bump out her gown
B-b-b-bounce from the ground
High for the sound
This verse straight from the morgue
Pop, pop, pop down from the floor
Bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

Bruh I see, girls everywhere
Titties, ass, hands in the air
It's a party over here
Shake it for the man of the year
Uh ma-man of the year
Ma-man of the bounce

Uh, (uh)
A-huh, (a-huh)
Bounce, bounce, bounce

"Shoutout to my single man: Big Hue!" Caesar calls out giving Huey some dap.

"You hoes betta remember my bro already got a hoe base like me so don't me expecting no love from the Freeman Bros!" Riley adds on then does "the homie" one time with Huey.

I hear some girls from cheerleading talk about how hot Huey is and what they're gonna do to him and how they're so jealous of Cindy for having Caesar before they approach me.

"So, Jazzy, I heard about you and Riley…"

"Oh yeah he just asked me out today, so I figured, ya know, why not?"

"Well, see, the thing is: I need a hookup to Huey. You think you can help me out?"

"Well, Huey never really seemed like the affectionate type but judging on his new personality, it seems like it'd be a miracle if anyone could tie him down…" The girl who originally asked the question glared at me along with her three friends she brought over. "But, I'll ask him. Okay, Jessica?"

"Aww, thanks Jazzy!" Jessica says, giving me a hug. I hear a new song come on: Ms. New Booty by Bubba Sparxxx & Ying Yang Twins.

Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere
Rockin' everywhere, rockin' everywhere

I found you Ms. New Booty
Get it together and bring it back to me
Hit the playa's club for about a month or two
Put his hand on it then see what it do

Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight
Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight

By this point of the song, Cindy is dancing both sexually and protectively on Caesar while I'm dancing on the floor before going up to dance with Riley. Riley, being the character he is, doesn't mind the other girl dancing around him as long as I'm in the front.

"Aye, get it in, Huey!" Riley shouts out, giving his brother a wink to suite his smirk. I look over to my right and see Huey with a beer bottle in his hand—who the hell brought beer to my house?!—and a bunch of girls grinding on him like his life depended on it. Literally, he's surrounded by girls. Not even caring about the fact that there's girls grinding on every inch—no, actually millimeter—of his body that they can get to.

Now don't get me wrong, I'm not accusing him of being gay or any stuff like that, it's just 2 weeks ago if there were a bunch of slutty cheerleaders—of which who were every race (including Caucasian) and half who already had boyfriends—he would've been disgusted by the sight. He also would've been disgusted of anyone having a party. Or me going out with his brother. But now, he seemed to be loving the whole idea of it. At this point, some girls had taken off their panties—including Jessica—and showered him in them. He just stood there, took it and smirked while sticking both his arms out, Caesar and Riley doing the same, then giving Caesar and Riley both some dap while chuckling.

End of Flashback…

Now, school had started and it was nearing the end of the first semester in My, Huey, Caesar and Cindy's senior year and Riley's sophomore year. I had failed sex ed—no surprise!—and of course, guess who got all A+'s and would have to be my tutor? Yep folks you're right. The retired domestic terrorist: Huey Freeman.

Cindy McPhearson—Ima be real here, Jazzy's my home girl and we been through everything together. I still kinda feel bad about the whole situation where Huey's uppity ass left, but then again, I know exactly what happened, so… Oh well, I guess. I don't know how that nigga Huey didn't see what really happened tho yet, lol! But I guess when you get told by my man Ceez, you 'on't know what he can persuade you to do! Lol! But naw, for real, he's my man foreva and eva. As for his homeboy Huey, shit has he changed. And just saying, it SURE AS HELL threw everyone off. Well, that is besides all the sluts in this school.

Michael Caesar—look all I want to say is Cindy is the one and I'm not really sure whether or not I like Huey as a party animal, but it's what I always wanted him to have the ability of doing, so Ima stay cool and ride with it for a while. Plus, it might help me for when he flips out after he finds out what really happened; but he's been so clueless about it for years that he may never figure out until he's past retirement age. But, oh well… it'll leave me more time to get the hell up out of here so that I won't get killed by Huey! But, no shit, I'm hella scared for when he finds out. Ima have to call all my people from BROOKLYNNNNN! To come and help me out 'cause his rage is gonna be off-the-chain crazy.

Riley Freeman—Huey and I are both getting a lot of pussy thrown our way, but he keeps on turning it down, so I'm starting to question whether or not he's gay… but he can't really be cuz his PDA is off-the-chain! LMFAO! But I gotta turn down all da girls in school cuz Jazzy's lurking around but I get mine in on da weekends! But everyone knows dat she really just a sidejont, 'cept for her; shit, Huey was right when he said she was the most naïve person! But she's grown into a curvy body which I'm gonna tap when she loses that whole BS 'innocent' mindset she got. She told me she loves me cuz I guide her, but I gotta give cred to Big Hue cuz when he was still gay with all dem lectures and shit got her naïve shit out of her for da most part. Damn, I wish I could just tap Jazzy and Cindy's ass and then I'd be cool. I'd just go back to my hoe base and shit would be fine. Well, not really Cindy. Like she sexy and all, but she also my ride or die nigga, so… It's like: crime together or love together? Ya know what I mean? But, Young Reezy still livin' a good life, so that's what's up.

A/N: Aye guys this is my new story and tomorrow I'm gonna try to fit in a new chapter leading to the actual failing scenario and the first studying session, but for now, this chapter is really just explaining everything; mostly in Jazmine's part.

Speaking of which, I decided to use a different format for this story but I might switch it over. I think I'm just gonna use this format for this chapter since it's more of an introductory chapter and then switch to regular POV's tomorrow. Sound good? Aiight, cool. Ima try to get in another round of 20 Questions tomorrow—speaking of which, don't forget to vote!—and then I also gotta work on Chapter 11 of Don't Make Me Regret It… so to sum it up, I got a lot of shit to do! But tell me what ya think in the reviews and don't forget to read I'll Be There… also, if ya already read it, I added one part at the end to leave more of a cliffhanger but I'm also working on the prequel, so the sequel might not be out for a hot sec… but eyy guys I'm trying!

Stay tuned and remember: reviews are love!... how about… 5 reviews for next chapter? Ehh, we'll see…